Transformers x Reader (On Hiatus)

TFP: Ratchet x Rockstar!Reader

(Don't own photo)
Requested by: @Enatronus
Description: Miko somehow convinces Ratchet to go with her, even so far as to have him use his holoform to blend in better. And unknown to him it would be an experience he'll never forget.
(I highly recommend you play the music. Also the reader is female since most of you are)

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"And now the band you've all been waiting for..." the females voice was drowned out by the crowd already beginning to cheer.

The woman seemed used to such an occurrence for in a matter of seconds the lights dimmed and she was already walking off stage. The distant chatter amongst the crowd died down when low music began to play.
The medics head shook at the loud sound of guitars beginning to play, and then the quick beat of drums. So many things began to happen all at once as a mysterious figure began to descend from the back steps but he seemed to be the only one worried.
His worry didn't last as his ears tingled at the loud sound of the male already on stage, his voice ringing annoyingly loud and deep. Ratchet felt disgusted with the sound of the singers voice, questions swarming through his helm on why humans would enjoy such a form of singing.

Something about the experience felt nostalgic, and it gave the medic a bit of a surprise when the crowd went wild as the cloaked figure finally stood in front of the mic. That's when he realized it was most likely who Miko couldn't stop talking about the entire ride. The orange and white medic prepared himself for another agonizing voice but what he heard was euphonious as the sweet yet powerful voice radiated throughout the building, which had caught his attention instantly.
His blue eyes scanned over the small bit of (h/c) hair that shown through her hood from the overhead lights, her hair was dyed a (f/c) color at the tips much like Miko's. Her structure wasn't thin but she fit the profile for his own taste by looking soft yet strong it was honestly hard for him to describe how beautiful she was.

"Eternally yours~" The females voice never staggered as she shifted her body to the side, both hands on the mic. Miko had finally began to strum her hands along to an invisible guitar, he could tell it wasn't her style but she still seemed to enjoy it.

Again the male began to sing, still using the same aggravating tone that somehow went along with the beat. The cloaked figure and the males vocals went oddly well together, but all he could hear was hers. The lyrics sounded sad and deep that it seemed to hold a deeper meaning to her that he wanted to know.

Finally he watched their form shift when the music dropped, her hand moving to grab the hem of the fabric, then when it came back much louder they didn't falter as they threw off the cloak. It was so elegant it nearly made the medic gasp. He felt his spark beat increase when she alone began to sing once more. He watched at her hair moved along with the emphasis to the beat and lyrics. Her (h/c) hair moving along to their movements in a delicate manner allowed her features to be taken in, in much more detail.
He couldn't get enough of her voice, already feeling as if he couldn't breath. His body fizzling from how weak it had become in the sound, but he caught himself when Miko had accidentally bumped into him. Her apology was forgotten as the male on stage began to sing once again, but the medic couldn't hear any of it. His blue eyes were hooked to another pair of bright (e/c) eyes that glanced along the crowd, when he least expected it, his breath hitched feeling his spark tingle in an all to forgotten feeling as he watched her eyes lock with his.

"And in the name of love..." her husky euphoric whisper had made his teeth gently bite down along his lower lip.
A small smile grew on their features that made him freeze, a blush began forming upon his face as he watched her plush lips.

He admitted to himself that he had been grateful to go along with Miko, but something in his helm still tingled as he watched their lips disappear. She had began to bang her head along to the beat, which was elegant on its own as (h/c) and (f/c) hair swayed. His blue eyes watched them twirl, the mic being forgotten as she quickly ran a hand through her hair to get it out of her face.
Again her eyes began to scan the crowd, nearly reaching his but she quickly brought her attention back to the beat. Her hips swinging slightly as she sang with more and more emotion that obviously made the song more than what it had seemed.